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This situation was perhaps something they were all experiencing for the first time, and everyone immediately turned to Ross with confusion. However, Ross's expression also indicated that this was indeed his first encounter with such a thing. His earlier words were not directed at anyone else; they served as a warning to himself.
Nevertheless, the circumstances here felt distinctly off. How could those stone platforms not evoke a sense of unease?
This strange space, along with its bizarre environment, seemed to suggest that they were in an atmosphere filled with peculiarities, almost as if it were designed to lead them into a gentle trap without their awareness. By the time they realized what was happening, they would already have stepped into a snare.
The layout of this environment was disorienting, leaving Ross uncertain about his next steps. The earlier blood test had indeed shown some reaction, but perhaps the amount of blood used was still insufficient. What could be done to dispel this eerie magic circle? The solution seemed clear but came at a cost: using this mysterious blood to cause the formation to collapse on its own.
Thinking about such a scenario sent a chill down their spines; just imagining it was incredibly brutal. Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, an odd sensation that triggered some immediate changes—a dramatic shift brought about by instinct.
Moreover, it appeared that there was no need to use the strange blood to break the formation after all. Otherwise, it would consume an unimaginable amount of blood. Observing some peculiar aspects of the formation, Ross realized that it was thanks to Relock's meticulous thinking. He raised his gun and fired several shots at a specific point. The bullets lacked significant force, but their speed was formidable.
In that moment of attack, a dramatic change unfolded before them. Only a slight alteration was needed—so subtle that one might miss it if not paying close attention. The formation here was not as inscrutable as they had imagined; no matter how profound someone's magical abilities were, it was impossible to create something from nothing.
After all, achieving such elusive powers required an exceptionally intricate technique. Relock symbolically fired two more shots, prompting Freyr to recognize that the connection between the formation and speed was tightly intertwined. Everyone felt lost in their thoughts, but they reassured themselves that as long as it wasn't their lives on the line, anything would be acceptable. They didn't truly have to risk their lives; those around them glanced at each other and sensed something amiss.
Freyr hadn't unleashed his full potential in quite some time. Now that their team had become significantly stronger, he could only showcase his abilities when the group found itself in dire straits. This would allow him to help the team escape danger while earning praise and recognition from his teammates. Of course, if he were only after such hollow accolades, he wouldn't need to push himself so hard.
Ultimately, he wasn't acting for recognition; he genuinely didn't want to see those around him perish one by one. He had grown weary of such experiences and pondered what had fostered this mindset within him. Freyr hesitated to recall those memories; whenever he strained to think back on them, a headache would immediately ensue. This damned affliction gnawed at his patience like an insatiable beast.
Fortunately, his strength showed no signs of waning; after all he had been through, if he hadn't made any progress at all, it would have been unacceptable. On the other side, Freyr had already removed his jacket and drawn the sharp long knife he had exchanged for—Atakan. The blade's opening was quite wide; even an ordinary person would struggle to wield it properly. Yet he handled it effortlessly with one hand, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.
He carefully made his way toward the periphery. It looked like real ground beneath him, and the fish in the stream ahead had void-like eyes—evidence that these fish had naturally lost their sight due to some affliction. It felt as though they were witnessing a scene from a play where one might wake up to find that the bun they once held had transformed into a leprous frog covered in sores.
"Everyone, close your eyes and don't open them, or you'll feel sick," Xuanhui suddenly shouted at the crowd. This action might not have had any other intention behind it, but right after he spoke, his twin swords began to dance in the air. The Feather Dragon Dance was a technique that formed a hollow vortex through movement in the Ultimate state, capable of using centrifugal force to defeat enemies weighing several times more than oneself. With Freyr's current physical condition being significantly more developed than before, the power of this move was only increasing. As he aged and gained weight, this technique would undoubtedly become an incredibly terrifying force in the future.
The power of this move was far from weak compared to what was recorded; it relied on speed to be effective. The faster one moved, the stronger the centrifugal force generated by the technique. In theory, if the rotational force was strong enough, it could create a technique that devoured time itself. Although this sounded fantastical, there indeed existed such a magical rumor.
However, this approach still seemed quite unbelievable because few people would dare to act on such rumors. Yet, some were foolish enough to believe that it could actually be done, with the Feather Dragon Dance being the powerful starting point of this technique. His swords suddenly enhanced their arc like a shield capable of reflecting all objects, swinging at a speed fast enough that one could hear the sound of air being sliced apart.
The current situation was truly dire; if they opened their eyes, they might discover that everything around them was being devoured, especially as if a sharp hole was slowly sucking everything in—a scene reminiscent of something out of science fiction.
The very space seemed to tremble along with them. Just then, someone opened their eyes first and fell to the ground with a cry, their voice filled with despair as if they had been frightened. What kind of situation could possibly scare them so?
However, soon everyone felt their bodies begin to float. In the next moment, as they adjusted their breathing, they suddenly realized that their breathing felt different compared to before; there was even a sense of pressure this time. After gasping for a few breaths, this odd sensation intensified.
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